"John Freelance?" Mr. X asked uncertainly.

The reason why I guessed the identity of the person on the other end of the phone at once was because at this time, only John Freeke, an old madman, dared to attack the top of the Alliance.

"That's right, it seems that Mr. X still has a bit of an IQ." John said with a smile.

It wasn't too difficult for John to find out the identities of people on a particular floor of the building for most of the day.

Although he has been fired from the hotel, he can still find out what he wants to know with the support of the beggar king Bao Weirui in terms of intelligence.

Mr. X said lightly: "Freelancer, you can't destroy an organization that has a history of 1,000 years, and you and your comrades are doomed to failure." ”

John: "Mr. X, haven't you heard of a saying in the East?" It's called man-made. Are there still fewer thousand-year-old dynasties that have disappeared into history? ”

"Hehe," Mr. X smiled disdainfully, "I don't want to argue with you about philosophical issues. Also, keep one thing in mind next time, don't send sheep to assassinate wolves. ”

He said, glancing over the four corpses that had been fireworks.

"They're not sheep, they're just bait. Goodbye, Mr. X. After John finished speaking, he decisively pulled the trigger.

A (*) round came out of the muzzle, flew over high-rise buildings, flew over debris-infested bungalows, flew through window after window, passed through the gaps in high-speed trains, and finally flew to the construction site on the rooftop, and shot at Mr. X's head......

Mr. X shouted that it was not good, and he had the intention to dodge, but he had already been more than capable of doing so.

Because his latent ability is only five minutes, the effect has passed, and he has lost his ability to react in a state comparable to that of a superman.

"Fake!"

Mr. X only had time to scold before his brain hurt and the fireworks were blown off by the following son (*).

It turned out that it was all calculated by John.

The trait of the cross drop [Exhaustion] is preset in advance using a supercomputer-like brain.

And deliberately hired cannon fodder Hook (*) to lure Mr. X, and talked nonsense with him for so long, just to deliberately consume the duration of his trait.

Because the core masters of the Assassin League are likely to have a way to greatly increase their combat effectiveness in a short period of time.

And John deliberately set the sniper(*) point outside the effective range in order to minimize the enemy's vigilance.

But what many people don't know is that sub(*) shells are still lethal outside the effective range, but the accuracy cannot be guaranteed.

However, the problem of accuracy is under the characteristics [exhaustion], and the use of the brain calculation ability like a supercomputer can be just 100% guaranteed, of course, provided that the other party does not have the characteristics of instantly improving the reaction ability like [Man Dance].

A multi-pronged approach.

Mr. X died unjustly.

His death was inevitable.

Cross had used this trick against John at the beginning, but if he hadn't had the [Man Dance] trait at the time, he instantly strengthened [Agility] to dodge, and he would have been shot into his soul a long time ago.

Now it's just a matter of applying the same way to them.

……

John pulled out his phone and made a call......

A group of beggars who had been squatting nearby for a long time immediately climbed to the rooftop construction site, bagged all five corpses, including Mr. X, and transported them downstairs as soon as possible, loaded them into trucks and pulled them away......

……

At John's behest to put Mr. X, who had just died and was still hot, in a separate room.

After John sent the people away, he immediately touched the corpses......

John covets Mr. X's characteristics, which can instantly increase the explosive power to the extreme, and even leap more than ten meters in the air, which is not good for Niu B.

But......

Things do not turn out the way you want.

John didn't get the characteristics he wanted.

Since the maximum 10 traits have been filled, the odds of being able to touch the traits seem to have dropped considerably.

John only touched close to 200,000 experiences, which is very expensive.

But the specialization didn't touch a single one.

It's a good question, though.

Because the hard core strength of these people in the Assassin League is actually not too high, it is not considered a state, what is really a state is the latent ability they rely on, that is, the characteristics.

Since he didn't touch anything good, John had to start doing another big thing.

He activates the trait [source code] to invade Mr. X's mental world......

As long as it wasn't too long after his death, John could cheat with the help of the source code to see what the deceased had done in the twenty-four hours before he died.

This is much more than when the train that was sent back could only make soy sauce in eight minutes.

……

Soon, John uses Mr. X's spiritual world to go back in time to the scene yesterday when Firefox came to the mansion's office to ask Mr. X for the Cross Son's file......

"Wesley Gibson? They are looking for such a person to deal with me, to find a wreck?! ”

In Mr. X's mental world, John saw the file of the bastard son of the Cross, whom he had never dared to recognize.

There is no way, assassins and killers are the same kind of people, both are people who are destined not to have families, and John is still alone at the age of fifty.

Having an illegitimate child is God's greatest favor.

……

That's right, Wesley Gibson has always been an illegitimate child, the kind with no sense of existence.

Growing up, he didn't even know what his parents looked like.

For 20 years, he has been in a mess, and even if he finds a job, the chubby female boss likes to make fun of him all day long.

His good buddy Bailey not only likes to take advantage of him, but also cuckolds him.

That's right, even Wesley's girlfriend thinks his buddies are more energetic than him.

Probably the only thing that felt Wesley was of some use was his cat, the chubby white cat.

The white cat only covets cat food that has not been reduced every day, but what it does not know is that the balance in its owner's bank card is no longer enough to buy another bag of cat food.

For twenty years, Wesley lived the same life every day, going to work, leaving work, taking sedatives, and sleeping.

That's right, the misfortune is not alone, Wesley is not only a wreck, but also suffering from an inexplicable panic disorder, and needs to rely on sedatives every day to survive, otherwise he will not be able to sleep all night.

His salted fish life, which was so decadent to the point of his ancestors, was finally broken last night.

Broken by a beautiful woman with red hair and a sexual (*) sensibility.

The woman told him that he had a father.

His father had only one code name, called Cross.

She also said that his father was killed by a bad guy and died a terrible death, and was blown to pieces, and he couldn't find a whole piece.

She also told him that the big bad guy was about to come and kill him.

And forcibly took him to an abandoned warehouse.

At the abandoned warehouse, he met a black man who called himself Sloane.